Verse 1:
You can catch me in the cherry red one-fifty
Got the grizzy locked in the stizzy
Pop the clizzy
Goin' sixty down the one wizzy
Drunk pissy
Tryin' to cruise though the avenue
While my peoples poppin' bottles up in Sue's
Rendezvous
Fuck that
Swerve the U-ey, lost a hubcap
It's back to the shack
Came back in a what's that?
Chicks from Paris
Takin' Gabby's paid baby carriage
Perry Ellis
Hot bird cherry radish
Finish off the dealer
Cop the tec for the squealers
Wear vests for the killers
Nuttin' less 'cause it's real-a
In the Big Apple
Where it's quick to get your shit tackled
Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you
Trust no one
Got beef, bust your gun
He don't need no one
Talkin' 'bout that you owe him
I'ma go for dolo
Scarface without a no-no
One deep, I run in solo
Bustin' heat through a Polo
It's hard
Chorus 1: Donell Jones
It's so hard (It's hard work, baby)
(I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryin' to live, I can do it)
Jus' wanna be like Pun (I'm stayin' alive, baby)
They gon' bust they guns
And it's so hard (That's my wife, I paid for them titties)
(Get ya own, ya own, ya heard?)
Jus' wanna crush my wife
Jus' wanna take my life
But it's so hard
Verse 2:
It's so hard when I'm with the squad
We like gods
Catchin' somethin' at the bar, the bar, the bar
Strip bars in Miami
Almost came home with the Grammy
Next year, bringin' home three for the family
Watch me, we can catch it live on the Hitachi
Poppin' shit like a Nazi
Iced out like Dee Piazzy
Fuck that, Liberachi
4X Versace
Somebody stop me
Never that
Where my niggas at?
Uptown, uptown
You know you feelin' that
Cash rule
Hardcore you can dance to
That ol' Biggie give me (one more chance)
Take a glance and I'm off with yours
With both hands
Rip off my drawers and drape me like the Source Awards
I love Hip Hop
I ain't even probably the best lyricist alive
Terror Squad niggas
Ya'll sleepin'
(Spoken)
What you say your name was again?
And I know you from where?
Elementary school?
Chorus 2: Donell Jones
Jus' wanna be like Pun (I don't know you man!)
They gon' bust they guns
And it's so hard (Money, not you again, go that way)
Jus' wanna crush my wife
Jus' wanna take my life
But it's so hard
Donell Jones:
Ooh, yeah
You ain't fuckin' my wife, takin' my life
And you can just hate and walk on by
All you haters just walk on by
See me and Big Pun be rollin'
Schemin' on you and yo homey
Better jus' walk on by
While we lay back and puff on la
An' the believers
Stay up, stay up, stay up
An' to all my homies
Ya gotta know what's up
Yeah, huh